2 months

Huzaifah turns 2 months old today.

Mak told me that she got four hours of sleep last night. That’s good news, because it means he is sleeping for longer chunks of time, although not yet through out the night. Both hubby and Mak reported that he could smile now and give responses to others, “dah pandai agah-agah”. Lucky them – I miss seeing my own son’s first genuine smiles. But then again, I guess Mak and hubby deserves them more since I’ve also missed on all the midnight waking, nappy changing, feeding, bathing routine (not to mention holding, kissing and cuddling…). Huzaifah is going for the routine check-up and getting the expected shots for two-months-old this coming Thursday and Mak told me that he probably weighs more than 5kg now. How my baby have grown!

Yes, like most new mothers who have to be away from our babies, I tend to ask and worry more about my son than his father. I would wonder about the simplest things like what he wore, when was the last time he was fed, how long has he been sleeping – until once my hubby actually stopped me and asked back “You only want to know how our baby is doing. Don’t you miss me at all?” Errr… not that I don’t miss hubby at all. But it’s really different because I trust that hubby can take care of himself and while I’m sure that baby is being well taken care of, it’s just… different. And one should not compare an apple to an orange, right?

Anyway, I’ve already bought my ticket home. That, coupled with two month’s rental and deposit for my room left me only about 20,000 yen to spend until I get the next monthly stipend. Which is very little for someone in Tokyo – but I don’t mind living a rather frugal life so long as that means I already secured a ticket to go back home. Insya Allah I’ll go back to Malaysia on 21st December and return to Tokyo on 10th January (anyone mind confirming when we are expected to celebrate Eid ul Adha?).

I can’t wait.

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Yes, I do miss my son terribly, terribly much. But at times, reading real-life tragedy like this makes me a lot more aware and thankful of Allah’s blessings. I could not help shedding some tears as I read it. My heart and prayers are with her and other parents who endure similar heartbreaks…

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By the way, here’s a note of welcome (albeit a rather belated one) to:
Kak Eda and her kids, who had just arrived in Japan recently; and
Zsarina, upon her return to the blogosphere.